Just another happy rag by one of them broads.

Hair cut nr. 3

This morning I weigh 92.9 kilos, so that’s a little better than yesterday. This is what I had yesterday: a small glass of juice, a piece of Maasdammer cheese, half a can of pineapple chunks, some corn chips with hot salsa, some potato salad and a tall glass of cold milk. I thought I had eaten too much, but I guess it was okay after all. The corn chips were delicious and nothing bad happened. My ears didn’t itch, nor did my head. So that was a successful experiment. Eduard had bought the chips for me to eat to see if I would react to them after having eaten the tortilla chips Saturday night. We thought maybe they had been made of wheat and not corn, so we wanted to make sure. That’s something I am going to serve when it is my birthday, tortilla chips with hot salsa and guacamole dip.

I am actually looking forward to my birthday. Giving two parties will be fun. Yes, you’re thinking twice the amount of presents, but that will only be half of the fun. The people who will come will be the real fun. Eating and drinking and talking will be fun. Of course, my gastric band will have been filled again by that time, so for me there will be less eating and drinking, but still! I am turning 53, but that doesn’t upset me at all, as I am as young as I feel and I will always feel as if I am in my thirties. I have gotten stuck there.

Yesterday was a totally mellow day. I don’t remember doing anything special. I am trying to recall what I did do now, but not much comes to mind. I cleaned up the kitchen like I always do, but then I didn’t do much else. I called my friend Lucien in the morning and found out that she also has a pair of glasses, but that she never wears them as she thinks they don’t make that much difference for her. So I made her promise to bring them the next time I see her, so I can see how they look on her. I watched some absolutely uninteresting TV, as I don’t remember any of it, so that made the morning pass by slowly. There wasn’t anything I absolutely had to do and I didn’t really have to vacuum yet and the laundry was all done. I have a only little bit of ironing.

It was cold in the morning when I took the dog out, but it got warmer as the day progressed and I changed clothes half way through the day. I am very happy that I have enough clothes to change my mind like that. Eduard got home at one o’clock and together we watched the Tour de France. What will we do in the afternoons when it is over? We so enjoy watching it and the commentators are great. They manage to talk entertainingly for the five hours or so that that stage of that afternoon lasts. I watch it mainly for the scenery and Eduard looks up all the places and roads on his detailed map. Some places he has been to and some places even I have been to.

In the evening Eduard had to work and I stayed up and watched the movie Proof with Anthony Hopkins and Gwyneth Paltrow. I thought that was a well done movie and I really enjoyed it. She is a good actress, better than her mom, I think. She was nominated for a Golden Globe Award. Anthony Hopkins’ role was really minor when you compare it to hers. Jake Gyllenhaal did a good job as the potential boyfriend. The sister was neurotic and well done.

The movie was finished a little after ten o’clock and I decided to stay up and wait for Eduard, but he didn’t come home. I finally called him at 10:45, but he was still at the film house. I then proceeded to go to bed and when I was in bed, Eduard came home and he walked the dog. I vaguely remember him coming home from doing that and me asking for money for the hairdresser where I want to go today. After that, I was out cold and I don’t have any memory of him going to bed.

You know it is time to go to the hairdresser when suddenly you start to look like an old woman with bad hair. It is like it happens overnight. Suddenly your hair isn’t right anymore, no matter how often you wash it and comb it into place. You look like your mother on her bad days. It is really silly, because I enjoy going to the hairdresser, so there is no reason for me to put it off. It is just that bad hair sneaks up on me and it is there before I know it. On Wednesdays, they have walk in day, but I will call to make sure that they have time to wash and cut my hair.

I have had long hair and short hair. Sometimes, for reasons unknown to me, I decide to let my hair grow long and when I was younger this looked good on me. As I have gotten older, my hair has gotten thinner and now it doesn’t look good long anymore. Besides that, a fat woman with long thin hair doesn’t look good. It looks kind of tacky, as a matter of fact. I was always putting it up, but losing a lot of it when I brushed and washed it. So I had it cut short some years ago and I am glad that I did. Shorter, it looks fuller and it is more flattering to me. As I lose the weight it looks better also as my face gets thinner. Now that I have the glasses, short hair looks even better. It looks perkier.

It used to be, that I got into moods and that I took the scissors to my own hair. I would cut and snip with the aid of two mirrors. Those were spur of the moment cuts. I would cut it real short, like a punker almost. That was in my younger years. When I was dissatisfied with something, I cut my hair, so I cut my hair a lot. Nowadays, I don’t do that anymore. I haven’t for quite some time. I do know the way to the hairdresser and I am very happy that we have a good one just two streets over.

One time, I wanted to give myself a really good haircut and I used the trimmers not knowing that I had the wrong attachment put on. With the first sweep, I could see I had made a terrible mistake, but I could do no else but follow through with the rest. I looked bad for a while until it all grew out again. I won’t make that mistake again. What was I thinking?!

Today, Lotje and Pieke go to their new owner. I have decided not to go along when Eduard and our neighbor bring them there, as it will get too sentimental and emotional and I don’t like that. I have to be a bit ruthless in this, as I will get too heartbroken otherwise. Eduard is much different when it comes to things like this. I know he will do a good job delivering them there and that they will be fine. I am also never going to visit them there like we have been invited to do. Once they are gone, that is it, they are gone and I don’t want to be attached to them anymore. It will be too difficult otherwise. It’s a little bit like saying goodbye to your children when they grow up and I have to let go.

When the children were small, we had a very shy cat that lived in the garage. There was an air vent in the garage through which she entered and left. I always put food and water by the door leading from the garage to the house for her. One time, I was in the kitchen and she was sitting in front of the kitchen window, scratching it and meowing wanting to get in. So I opened the window and let her in and then put her in the garage. I thought this was a little strange, because she had never done that before and she was very affectionate when I picked her up. So, this happened several days in a row, until one day, when I walked with her in my arms into the garage and who did I see sitting there? Right! Our garage cat! So, the cat that I had in my arms wasn’t our cat at all. The trick was on me and now we had two identical cats.

The same thing happened when I hung the parakeets in their cage outside in the courtyard in the summertime. One morning there was another parakeet sitting on the cage, trying to get in. When I opened the cage door, he did. So then we had three parakeets. We also had another cat come and adopt us, because apparently he had no other home to go to. I used to say: An elephant will break loose from the circus and f
ind its way to our house!

You really can have too many pets and I think we have too many cats and so does everyone we know. They were all being nice about it, but now when I talk about giving three of them up, they say that I should have done that a long time ago. I plead temporary insanity. Depending on the allergy test outcome, I will replace them as they succumb to old age or not. The same with the dog.

I have been paying close attention to my eyes and realize that it isn’t both eyes that are watering, but just my right eye. It just feels like my left eye is too, because I start blinking with both of them. I noticed yesterday that my right eye started hurting and watering especially badly when I was watching TV and I had noticed this before. Now that I am sitting here behind the computer, nothing is happening. I will pay close attention today and see if the same thing happens again. Maybe this has nothing to do with allergies at all. Maybe this still has to do with being able to focus at a distance as the glass for my right eye isn’t quite perfect yet. The optometrist did have a hard time matching them after all. When he asked me to match up the two halves of the little football field, I couldn’t quite do it. I sort of guessed at it. I also guessed at some of the letters, it was the best that we could do.

I looked up watering and aching eyes on the Internet, but I couldn’t find much that explained it. Well, horrible diseases, but I don’t think I have any of those. Badly fitted eye wear was one of them. Maybe I should go and see the opthamologist after all. I’ll give it one more day and see what happens. The thing is to pay close attention to what does happen actually, not to generally be aware of it. I actually hope that I don’t have any allergies at all anymore. That would certainly simplify my life a lot. I can live with the eczema to some extent. If I can control it with the ointment and the lotion, than that is okay. I really would hate to be allergic to the cats and the dog, even though I was all those years ago. I would rather not have any allergies.

Well, I have run out of thoughts again. The dog has been out to greet me and the cats are becoming impatient again. I want to read the news a bit too.

Have a great day, everybody, if you have any good ideas about my eyes, let me know. Ciao…

P.S. After I have written my post, I always go to View Blog, to read it. The print is smaller then and right away my eye started to hurt and water, so I put on my reading glasses and that took care of that. So it definitely is a focusing problem. Need I say more?